The New Girl
Jonathon was tired of being yelled at. He was actually going to try and get to school early. He found himself in a cold morning, walking to school. His breath could be seen from the cold, as he stared at the ground. Jonathon was getting tired of this. He didn't like this. But this is all he had. He shook his head. He was tired of the Rebels, tired of these humans. They were everywhere, all disgusting, all irrelevant. He didn't want to be caught in a war. He didn't want to be just an experiment. He took a deep breath trying to think of something else. He found that not thinking about it was best.
But something was different. Something had happened, that made this not a usual walk. Almost like an upgrade. Jonathon turned his head. There walking on the other side of the street was a human.
A female.
She walked at the same pace as Jonathon. She stared at the ground, obviously thinking about something else. Something that made sadness in her eyes. Jonathon couldn't stop looking at her. His mouth was open, and his blue eyes widened. There was something about the way she walked that made it seem. . . Something about her. . .
Then Jonathon realized at what he was staring at. He shook his head, and turned away from the female. He couldn't believe himself. He was staring at a human! But she looked different than the others. She looked sad. Angry. She looked like him. . .
Jonathon found himself staring at her again. And he shook his head in anger.
She was like him. The only other person Jonathon Smith had seen, that looked like him. She wore completely black. Her hair was cut, making it long in the front. And the ends of her hair were dyed purple. Her clothes were torn. Her pants had strips coming out of them, and her shirt had safety pins. Her boots even outdid his. She stared at the ground just like him. And seemed unlike any other human he had ever seen.
Just like him. . .
He had never seen her before. She had to have been new to the neighborhood. She was. . . Jonathon was looking at her again. He turned. He didn't know what was happening. Why was he staring at her? Why would he care about her? Then it him. He often saw Matt staring at females in this same manner. His eyes widened. No! He wasn't like Matt! No. This was completely different. Matt stared at females just because they fit his liking. This. What Jonathon was doing was different. He knew it was. She was different. She wasn't right. It was only natural to stare at something different. Right?
Jonathon stumbled, and almost tripped. He wasn't really focused. He stared back at the female, who now turned to look at him. She was. . . beautiful. Jonathon stared at her, not knowing what to do. He quickly turned away, and ran ahead. He had never seen such a gaze from a human. It made him feel faint. This wasn't good. What was happening to him?
The bell rang.
"Mr. Smith, I'm happy to finally see you here. Maybe I'm finally getting to you." His teacher said.
"Maybe you are." Jonathon joked.
The teacher smiled, and sat quietly at his desk. Homeroom was really nothing. Just fifteen meaningless minutes at the beginning of school. Jonathon sat uneasily. He turned in his seat. He didn't understand his behavior earlier. He didn't see how he could just stare at that human. He didn't like it.
Then the door opened, and Jonathon's mouth dropped.
That girl walked into his class. She looked uneasy as she stepped closer to the teacher. He coughed, and was surprised by her. She handed the teacher her slip.
"Ah, Ms. Taylor." The teacher started. "Your first day I see. Well Ms. Taylor try not to be late again. Now take a seat."
She nodded, and looked to the floor, as she sat on the other side of the room from Jonathon. Everyone stared at her. She was different, she was like Jonathon. There were whispers around her. But she was use to it. She had heard it all before, and she stayed calm. Jonathon had never seen anything like this.
A paper was thrown at Jonathon. The class quietly laughed, as he unfolded it. It said "Looks like you got company goth." Jonathon crumpled the paper back up. He knew it was supposed to be an insult, but maybe they were right. Jonathon only stared at her.
Two periods later Jonathon sat in the lunch area, still staring at her. He couldn't explain it. She sat about fifteen ft. away from him. Just sitting there, writing in her notebook. Adam and Matt stood behind him. Matt was smiling.
"Matt, I'm a little worried for our brother." Adam said.
"Why?" Matt looked over.
"He isn't acting like his usual self. I mean look. Jonathon, you freak!" Adam yelled. "See?"
Matt held back a laugh.
"Adam, our dear brother is experiencing what I like to call, a Crush." Matt put his arm around Adam.
"A Crush?"
"Yup, and looks like it's on that new girl."
"That is very unlike, Jonathon."
"Hey, crushes strike us all, even you dork."
"Really?" Adam became a little scared.
"Oh yeah."
Jonathon didn't hear anyone. He didn't hear his brothers behind him, or the yells of everyone. He only stared at her. He didn't even notice his stare.
"HEY SMITH!!" Matt yelled in his face.
Jonathon jumped, and Matt laughed.
"What was that for!?" Jonathon yelled.
"Dude, you were like in space." Matt explained.
"What?"
"You're crushing, man."
"Crushing?" "Matt believes you are attracted to that new female." Adam interrupted.
"What!?" Jonathon screamed. "No I'm not!"
"You've been staring at her all day." Matt said.
"Uh. . . I'm merely observing her. She is new. I don't know her. I'm only scanning her." Jonathon tried to lie.
"Face it, Johnny you like her, and you haven't even talked to her." Matt mocked.
"No I'm not! I can't be!"
"I know, are you sure Matt? I mean he hates humans." Adam said.
"Oh, I'm sure. Really sure."
"I don't like her!"
"Johnny, you do, bro, sorry."
Matt grabbed his brother by the shoulders, as if comforting him. They took a step closer to her.
"You see, Jonathon, love works in many ways. Sometimes it chooses the most unlikely candidate to take. And you my friend, are that candidate. Now go to her, Johnny." Matt said, as if he knew all about love.
"That's a load of crap, Matt!" Jonathon yelled.
"Oh really? Then prove it to me!" Matt yelled.
Matt pushed Jonathon forward, and all Jonathon could do was bump into the girl's table. She looked up at him.
"Uh. . ."
Jonathon knew he should say something, but nothing came out. He only stared at this girl. She took a sip of her milk. And Jonathon could hear Matt laughing behind him.
"Uh. . ."
She stared at him.
The bell rang, and she merely got up, and walked past him ignoring him.
Jonathon didn't know what was happening to him. He turned and ran after the girl. He tried to make words as he followed her, but he couldn't. Then he saw she walked out of the school doors. He froze for a moment. She really was like him. He ran after her again. She turned.
"Yes?" She said calmly.
"You're ditching?" He spat out.
"Yes."
Jonathon was the only one he had ever observed to ditch, well besides Thomas. He found this behavior strange.
She started walking off, and Jonathon started to follow her.
"Why are you following me?" She asked calmly.
"I ditch all the time." Jonathon explained.
"Oh."
Jonathon didn't understand this.
"I don't understand." He said.
"What?"
"Why do I stare at you? Why have I noticed you? Why?!"
Jonathon was unfamiliar on human customs, obviously.
She started to blush.
"Yes, I've seen you stare." She said.
Jonathon sighed.
"I'm not use to such contact. Usually I stay away from people, and they stay away from me." He tried to explain his behavior.
"I'm used to that." She said.
"You are?"
"It's good to know someone else knows what I'm talking about."
She looked down, as if in pain.
"I'm Ruse." She said.
"Smith. Jonathon Smith."
"Well, Smith. You know this place better than I do. Any good places to hang out?"
She seemed so calm with him. No one was ever like that. He stared down at the girl, he didn't understand. He didn't really stop himself. He didn't like humans, but she was different.
"Yeah. . . I know one place. We could go to the bridge." He said.
"I just moved here." Ruse started. "We move a lot."
"Why?"
"My dad use to. . . My mom. . . We're really just running." Ruse looked away.
"Oh."
Jonathon saw sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Yeah well, you get use to running. Now you tell me about yourself."
"Well, uh. . . I have two brothers, we live in a small apartment I believe near you. My mom says- -"
"No dad?" Ruse interrupted.
"Never had one. My brothers and I, you see. . ."
Jonathon was going to try and explain his situation, without revealing much. A difficult task.
"We were adopted." He finally came up with.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ruse said.
"Nothing wrong with that. I never wondered what it would be like to have a father."
They finally made it to the bridge. Jonathon saw that Thomas wasn't there today, perhaps that was best. He showed Ruse where he sat down usually. They laid on the concrete, and only stared at the passing river. Although, Jonathon stared at her. He didn't understand this emotion. He wasn't sure if he should reject what he was feeling. He didn't know what to do. For the first time he wasn't being rejected, or made fun of, this Ruse listened to. This Ruse was like him.
"Your school sucks." Ruse said.
"Yeah it does. . . Teachers don't care about you. The kids don't realize what they're doing. No one cares." Jonathon said.
"You speak like you're better than them."
"I am."
"Well, then I must be too."
Such behavior Jonathon didn't know.
"We're the only ones, huh?" Ruse asked.
"What?"
"We're the only ones who dress like this. The only ones that are like this. That know more."
Jonathon turned.
"Yeah, we are." He admitted.
"At least the last town I had friends." Ruse said.
"I've only got one." Jonathon said.
Ruse turned to him. He stared at the water, and didn't notice her stare.
"It must be hard." Ruse said.
"It is always hard being different. But we do it anyway."
They were two people in pain. Ruse stared at him. Jonathon didn't notice. He was thinking. He was wondering why he was with her. He was thinking about his existence, his purpose. He was thinking of the very things he hated to think about. But sooner or later he knew he would always think about them. It was inevitable.
"You've been alone?" Ruse asked, confused.
"I'm always alone."
Jonathon was in a trance. He didn't really know what he was saying. The pain of two years like this, just kind of caught up with him. He didn't understand anymore.
"You're that kid, who threatened a teach, aren't you?" Ruse laughed.
Jonathon turned to her and smiled.
"That's me." He said.
"You are inferior creatures!" Ruse mimicked.
They laughed.
"Yeah, this place is very aggravating." Jonathon said.
"I bet, you threaten a teacher!"
"Well, it was too much. Too long have humans done this to me." "I know. I hate humans. They are so inefficient. They have no idea what really is going on." Ruse said.
Jonathon turned to her. Was she like him? Like, really, really like him?
"Sometimes I wonder why I ever came to this planet." She laughed.
No, she was only joking. Jonathon smiled.
"Do you really think that?" Jonathon asked.
"Oh yeah. Humans. We think way too much of ourselves. Every theory I bet we've made is completely wrong. I bet."
Jonathon stared at her.
"And how we base reality sucks. I mean how are we to know this reality isn't like a dream of someone? Or just some story someone thought of? How do we know we aren't like being kept in a prison by aliens or machines?" She said.
Jonathon swallowed hard.
"We can't. We can only live." Jonathon said.
She smiled at him.
Jonathon wasn't alone anymore. And he decided this feeling he felt, wasn't a bad emotion. He didn't reject. He didn't reject her.
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Next Chapter: Raging Hormones.
Jonathon was tired of being yelled at. He was actually going to try and get to school early. He found himself in a cold morning, walking to school. His breath could be seen from the cold, as he stared at the ground. Jonathon was getting tired of this. He didn't like this. But this is all he had. He shook his head. He was tired of the Rebels, tired of these humans. They were everywhere, all disgusting, all irrelevant. He didn't want to be caught in a war. He didn't want to be just an experiment. He took a deep breath trying to think of something else. He found that not thinking about it was best.
But something was different. Something had happened, that made this not a usual walk. Almost like an upgrade. Jonathon turned his head. There walking on the other side of the street was a human.
A female.
She walked at the same pace as Jonathon. She stared at the ground, obviously thinking about something else. Something that made sadness in her eyes. Jonathon couldn't stop looking at her. His mouth was open, and his blue eyes widened. There was something about the way she walked that made it seem. . . Something about her. . .
Then Jonathon realized at what he was staring at. He shook his head, and turned away from the female. He couldn't believe himself. He was staring at a human! But she looked different than the others. She looked sad. Angry. She looked like him. . .
Jonathon found himself staring at her again. And he shook his head in anger.
She was like him. The only other person Jonathon Smith had seen, that looked like him. She wore completely black. Her hair was cut, making it long in the front. And the ends of her hair were dyed purple. Her clothes were torn. Her pants had strips coming out of them, and her shirt had safety pins. Her boots even outdid his. She stared at the ground just like him. And seemed unlike any other human he had ever seen.
Just like him. . .
He had never seen her before. She had to have been new to the neighborhood. She was. . . Jonathon was looking at her again. He turned. He didn't know what was happening. Why was he staring at her? Why would he care about her? Then it him. He often saw Matt staring at females in this same manner. His eyes widened. No! He wasn't like Matt! No. This was completely different. Matt stared at females just because they fit his liking. This. What Jonathon was doing was different. He knew it was. She was different. She wasn't right. It was only natural to stare at something different. Right?
Jonathon stumbled, and almost tripped. He wasn't really focused. He stared back at the female, who now turned to look at him. She was. . . beautiful. Jonathon stared at her, not knowing what to do. He quickly turned away, and ran ahead. He had never seen such a gaze from a human. It made him feel faint. This wasn't good. What was happening to him?
The bell rang.
"Mr. Smith, I'm happy to finally see you here. Maybe I'm finally getting to you." His teacher said.
"Maybe you are." Jonathon joked.
The teacher smiled, and sat quietly at his desk. Homeroom was really nothing. Just fifteen meaningless minutes at the beginning of school. Jonathon sat uneasily. He turned in his seat. He didn't understand his behavior earlier. He didn't see how he could just stare at that human. He didn't like it.
Then the door opened, and Jonathon's mouth dropped.
That girl walked into his class. She looked uneasy as she stepped closer to the teacher. He coughed, and was surprised by her. She handed the teacher her slip.
"Ah, Ms. Taylor." The teacher started. "Your first day I see. Well Ms. Taylor try not to be late again. Now take a seat."
She nodded, and looked to the floor, as she sat on the other side of the room from Jonathon. Everyone stared at her. She was different, she was like Jonathon. There were whispers around her. But she was use to it. She had heard it all before, and she stayed calm. Jonathon had never seen anything like this.
A paper was thrown at Jonathon. The class quietly laughed, as he unfolded it. It said "Looks like you got company goth." Jonathon crumpled the paper back up. He knew it was supposed to be an insult, but maybe they were right. Jonathon only stared at her.
Two periods later Jonathon sat in the lunch area, still staring at her. He couldn't explain it. She sat about fifteen ft. away from him. Just sitting there, writing in her notebook. Adam and Matt stood behind him. Matt was smiling.
"Matt, I'm a little worried for our brother." Adam said.
"Why?" Matt looked over.
"He isn't acting like his usual self. I mean look. Jonathon, you freak!" Adam yelled. "See?"
Matt held back a laugh.
"Adam, our dear brother is experiencing what I like to call, a Crush." Matt put his arm around Adam.
"A Crush?"
"Yup, and looks like it's on that new girl."
"That is very unlike, Jonathon."
"Hey, crushes strike us all, even you dork."
"Really?" Adam became a little scared.
"Oh yeah."
Jonathon didn't hear anyone. He didn't hear his brothers behind him, or the yells of everyone. He only stared at her. He didn't even notice his stare.
"HEY SMITH!!" Matt yelled in his face.
Jonathon jumped, and Matt laughed.
"What was that for!?" Jonathon yelled.
"Dude, you were like in space." Matt explained.
"What?"
"You're crushing, man."
"Crushing?" "Matt believes you are attracted to that new female." Adam interrupted.
"What!?" Jonathon screamed. "No I'm not!"
"You've been staring at her all day." Matt said.
"Uh. . . I'm merely observing her. She is new. I don't know her. I'm only scanning her." Jonathon tried to lie.
"Face it, Johnny you like her, and you haven't even talked to her." Matt mocked.
"No I'm not! I can't be!"
"I know, are you sure Matt? I mean he hates humans." Adam said.
"Oh, I'm sure. Really sure."
"I don't like her!"
"Johnny, you do, bro, sorry."
Matt grabbed his brother by the shoulders, as if comforting him. They took a step closer to her.
"You see, Jonathon, love works in many ways. Sometimes it chooses the most unlikely candidate to take. And you my friend, are that candidate. Now go to her, Johnny." Matt said, as if he knew all about love.
"That's a load of crap, Matt!" Jonathon yelled.
"Oh really? Then prove it to me!" Matt yelled.
Matt pushed Jonathon forward, and all Jonathon could do was bump into the girl's table. She looked up at him.
"Uh. . ."
Jonathon knew he should say something, but nothing came out. He only stared at this girl. She took a sip of her milk. And Jonathon could hear Matt laughing behind him.
"Uh. . ."
She stared at him.
The bell rang, and she merely got up, and walked past him ignoring him.
Jonathon didn't know what was happening to him. He turned and ran after the girl. He tried to make words as he followed her, but he couldn't. Then he saw she walked out of the school doors. He froze for a moment. She really was like him. He ran after her again. She turned.
"Yes?" She said calmly.
"You're ditching?" He spat out.
"Yes."
Jonathon was the only one he had ever observed to ditch, well besides Thomas. He found this behavior strange.
She started walking off, and Jonathon started to follow her.
"Why are you following me?" She asked calmly.
"I ditch all the time." Jonathon explained.
"Oh."
Jonathon didn't understand this.
"I don't understand." He said.
"What?"
"Why do I stare at you? Why have I noticed you? Why?!"
Jonathon was unfamiliar on human customs, obviously.
She started to blush.
"Yes, I've seen you stare." She said.
Jonathon sighed.
"I'm not use to such contact. Usually I stay away from people, and they stay away from me." He tried to explain his behavior.
"I'm used to that." She said.
"You are?"
"It's good to know someone else knows what I'm talking about."
She looked down, as if in pain.
"I'm Ruse." She said.
"Smith. Jonathon Smith."
"Well, Smith. You know this place better than I do. Any good places to hang out?"
She seemed so calm with him. No one was ever like that. He stared down at the girl, he didn't understand. He didn't really stop himself. He didn't like humans, but she was different.
"Yeah. . . I know one place. We could go to the bridge." He said.
"I just moved here." Ruse started. "We move a lot."
"Why?"
"My dad use to. . . My mom. . . We're really just running." Ruse looked away.
"Oh."
Jonathon saw sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Yeah well, you get use to running. Now you tell me about yourself."
"Well, uh. . . I have two brothers, we live in a small apartment I believe near you. My mom says- -"
"No dad?" Ruse interrupted.
"Never had one. My brothers and I, you see. . ."
Jonathon was going to try and explain his situation, without revealing much. A difficult task.
"We were adopted." He finally came up with.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ruse said.
"Nothing wrong with that. I never wondered what it would be like to have a father."
They finally made it to the bridge. Jonathon saw that Thomas wasn't there today, perhaps that was best. He showed Ruse where he sat down usually. They laid on the concrete, and only stared at the passing river. Although, Jonathon stared at her. He didn't understand this emotion. He wasn't sure if he should reject what he was feeling. He didn't know what to do. For the first time he wasn't being rejected, or made fun of, this Ruse listened to. This Ruse was like him.
"Your school sucks." Ruse said.
"Yeah it does. . . Teachers don't care about you. The kids don't realize what they're doing. No one cares." Jonathon said.
"You speak like you're better than them."
"I am."
"Well, then I must be too."
Such behavior Jonathon didn't know.
"We're the only ones, huh?" Ruse asked.
"What?"
"We're the only ones who dress like this. The only ones that are like this. That know more."
Jonathon turned.
"Yeah, we are." He admitted.
"At least the last town I had friends." Ruse said.
"I've only got one." Jonathon said.
Ruse turned to him. He stared at the water, and didn't notice her stare.
"It must be hard." Ruse said.
"It is always hard being different. But we do it anyway."
They were two people in pain. Ruse stared at him. Jonathon didn't notice. He was thinking. He was wondering why he was with her. He was thinking about his existence, his purpose. He was thinking of the very things he hated to think about. But sooner or later he knew he would always think about them. It was inevitable.
"You've been alone?" Ruse asked, confused.
"I'm always alone."
Jonathon was in a trance. He didn't really know what he was saying. The pain of two years like this, just kind of caught up with him. He didn't understand anymore.
"You're that kid, who threatened a teach, aren't you?" Ruse laughed.
Jonathon turned to her and smiled.
"That's me." He said.
"You are inferior creatures!" Ruse mimicked.
They laughed.
"Yeah, this place is very aggravating." Jonathon said.
"I bet, you threaten a teacher!"
"Well, it was too much. Too long have humans done this to me." "I know. I hate humans. They are so inefficient. They have no idea what really is going on." Ruse said.
Jonathon turned to her. Was she like him? Like, really, really like him?
"Sometimes I wonder why I ever came to this planet." She laughed.
No, she was only joking. Jonathon smiled.
"Do you really think that?" Jonathon asked.
"Oh yeah. Humans. We think way too much of ourselves. Every theory I bet we've made is completely wrong. I bet."
Jonathon stared at her.
"And how we base reality sucks. I mean how are we to know this reality isn't like a dream of someone? Or just some story someone thought of? How do we know we aren't like being kept in a prison by aliens or machines?" She said.
Jonathon swallowed hard.
"We can't. We can only live." Jonathon said.
She smiled at him.
Jonathon wasn't alone anymore. And he decided this feeling he felt, wasn't a bad emotion. He didn't reject. He didn't reject her.
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Next Chapter: Raging Hormones.